Sometimes I hear stories of how people’s fathers were bad to them growing up and I feel really bad, i feel really sorry. My dad gave up so much so that I would have a better life. You know that story in the gospel of Mark where people contributed out of abundance but a poor lady gave everything she got which was barely 2 coins and that carried more value ? That was my dad. He was kind to all and would not ask for himself even when he was in need. He had a great sense of humour and knew how to make light of difficult situation to ease people around him. No matter what happened, you know he will be there. He had so much love. Sometimes it's the little things that are really the big things. I miss my dad a lot. Would do anything to have just one more day